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  • VOLCANO GIRL STRIKES AGAIN! I had my rite of passage at the Boat House yesterday. It was most dramatic. I was serving a large party, mostly men, with one elderly woman, who was the guest of honor, being treated to a b…

  • The world is crawling withe Masterworks people . . . scary creatures that displace innocent, mild-mannered artists from their natural habitats. What is this world coming to? I snuck through their lines today, disguised …

  • I mean it, my dears, if you're buddies at all with Crystal, try to give her a short call today! I found out she has most of the day off, so you can reach her most any time. The number is in the post below. PLEASE do! Her…

  • Today has been a Classical Music day . . . I'm not certain why. I've been listening to show tunes and jazz for the past few weeks . . . but today was not a show tunes or jazz day . . . . Do you know what? The Masterwork…

  • I believe I shall take on a new title: VOLCANO GIRL! In the past two evenings, I have caused not one, but TWO destructive erruptions. Last night, while seeming to be quietly cleaning coffee pots, I knocked the faucet …

  • I guess I might as well post since I'm here. Last night, my roommate and I were talking about important matters. Such as what type of a fairy I was. "You're not a Tinkerbelle," quoth she. "I see you more as a youthful v…

  • Okay, I'm really hoping most of you didn't read the below post, and REALLY hoping that those of you who did will suffer a severe case of memory loss really soon . . . . If you don't suffer memory loss, please take the p…

  • The Phantom of the Art Building lurks again . . . . Be prepared for a novel. I had posted something else, but it wasn't expressing my real frustration. Most of you probably don't want to read my frustration, and quite …

  • I love being a living contradiction of myself . . . especially unintentionally. The other night, Jill told us about a giant June Bug that had the nerve to sneak into our apartment (wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't…

  • It's me again . . . . Sometimes I feel like "The Phantom of the Art Building." I flit around in dark corridors, up and down silent stairways. The only sound is the sound of my bare feet upon the floor boards, or the so…

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